tone - A writer's attitude toward subject, audience, and self tone - A writer's attitude toward subject, audience, and self. Tone is primarily conveyed in writing through diction, point of view, syntax, and level of formality. voice - Voice is the author's style, the quality that makes his or her writing unique, and which conveys the author's attitude, personality, and character. It is a combination of the usage of syntax, diction, punctuation, character development, dialogue, etc., within a given body of text (or across several works).

Marley was dead, to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that Marley was dead, to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that. The register of his burial was signed by the clergyman, the clerk, the undertaker, and the chief mourner. Scrooge Signed it. And Scrooge’s name was good upon ‘Change, for anything he chose to put his hand to. Old Marley was as dead as a doornail. Mind! I don’t mean to say that I know, of my own knowledge, what there is particularly dead about a doornail. I might have been inclined, myself, to regard a coffin nail as the deadest piece of ironmongery in the trade. But the wisdom of our ancestors is in the simile; and my unhallowed hands shall not disturb it, or the Country’s done for. You will therefore permit me to repeat, emphatically, that Marley was as dead as a doornail.

Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the Western Spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small unregarded yellow sun. Orbiting this at a distance of roughly ninety-eight million miles is an utterly insignificant little blue-green planet whose ape-descended life forms are so amazingly primitive that they still think digital watches are a pretty neat idea. This planet has—or rather had—a problem. Which was this: most of the people living on it were unhappy for pretty much of the time. Many solutions were suggested for this problem, but most of these were largely concerned with the movements of small green pieces of paper, which is odd because on the whole it wasn’t the small green pieces of paper that were unhappy.

It was so way hot and phew It was so way hot and phew! Even my shirt was all stuck to my back and what I really wanted was a blue popsicle or maybe a Gatorade. My mouth got all watery thinking about it which made it worser even. But that wasn’t gonna happen – the popsicle that is – no way – me and Jerry, we were way out there in the woods and that’s when I ‘membered the mudhole behind the trees. Not a mudhole really, it was like a pond, but a small one. Yeah, we could take a dip! That slowpoke Jerry was not even near me, he was walkin’ slow way behind. “Hey, slug, (that’s what my poppy called me when I was dallying) “last one to the mudhole is a…”Jeez, it was too hot to think…”last one is a…a… big dumbhead!” I got a headstart cause I started runnin’ right when I called out “slug”. I don’t think Jerry even heard, but when I took off, he took off too. I could hear his big feet coming up in back of me.